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Death Of A
Cynic |
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And the cynic dies today |
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A hapless victim we can't save |
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He scoffed and sneered his life
away |
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Throwing stones and digging graves |
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He don't know where to go |
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And their shovels pierce the ground |
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As he watches through a wall of
stone |
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Fences fade to rust |
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Headstones and epitaphs fly to dust |
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He don’t know where to go |
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Driving him into the ground |
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And the family gathers 'round |
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And puts the cynic in the cold,
cold ground |
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With words he couldn't say |
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His heart fills with sadness as
they drive away |
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Forgive forget about |
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Forgive forget about it anyway |
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Forgive forget about |
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Forget about the things he couldn't
say |
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I can't forget about the things he
couldn't say |
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I can't forgive all of the things
we couldn't say |
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Driving him into the ground |
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Copyright 2004 Wasco/Patterson |
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